- AuTHOR'S POV -
The sharp crack of the gunshot echoed through the shooting range, cutting cleanly through the otherwise controlled silence. The bullet hit dead center on the target, precise and unwavering. A faint curl of smoke rose from the barrel as Chess lowered the gun casually, as if it were nothing more than routine.
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